Like so many of us, I found myself in a life I never wished for but which had somehow developed into being. I started visiting yoga classes without any background knowledge of the vast and rich yoga tradition.
Practicing yoga changed me, or maybe even more accurately: I started to become more aware and closer to my authentic self. By practicing yoga and meditation I moved towards a freedom I didn’t even realise existed.
Yoga has profoundly changed my life, helped me through hard times, and stimulated healing. I love sharing my journey and teaching yoga in the hope it will be just as helpful to others as it’s been for me.
You can contact me to book private yoga, breathwork and meditation classes. Or you can book holistic coaching sessions for stress and burn-out. Currently I'm located in Siem Reap, Cambodia. Private classes can be done online or in Siem Reap.
I'm currently teaching in Siem Reap, Cambodia. You can join my classes at Yoga Space or Reservoir Hotels. Next to that you can book me as a teacher to provide group classes. My preferred styles are Hatha and Vinyasa.
I'm working on creating a holistic course on stress and burn-out, with yoga as an essential tool for healing. This course will become available in late 2024.
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